Divine Doctor Mommy Is A True Big Shot-Chapter 57 - Hypnotism

Dongfang Li was enveloped in a malicious aura, and the ropes on his body had already been broken by him.

His eyes were blood-red, his hair messy, his exquisite brocade robe was torn and tattered, his handsome face was twisted grotesquely.

He saw a figure swaying before him and lunged at it.

“Be careful, Crown Princess Consort.”

The nannies and maids around her were thrown into chaos.

However, Nalan Yan’er gracefully moved her lotus steps forward, taking a step closer.

Her lips moved lightly, and she softly uttered three words.

“Dong-fang-Li.”

Those three words, though light, acted like an immobilization spell on Dongfang Li, making him suddenly stand still.

The blood-red in his eyes faded slightly.

He seemed to recognize Nalan Yan’er, and a clear trace of terror flashed in his eyes, as if the beautiful lady before him was some horrifying skeleton or ghost.

That trace of terror caught Feng Bailing’s eye.

Those around, witnessing this, exclaimed at the marvel.

Indeed, it’s the Crown Princess Consort, whose childbirth was marked by the arrival of the Dragon and Phoenix Auspicious Phenomenon, and now merely with her words, she stopped Dongfang Li.

She was truly like a deity.

Just as everyone sighed with relief, a faint, strange light flickered in the sparkling eyes of Nalan Yan’er.

The Wenhua Fire Seal between her eyebrows suddenly brightened.

Dongfang Li, who had been standing still, changed his expression again.

He bellowed loudly and suddenly changed direction, pouncing towards Feng Bailing behind Nalan Yan’er.

His movements were extremely fast, like an arrow that had been tightly strung, and he swung his fist at Feng Bailing.

The force of the fist seemed to carry the power of wind and thunder, whistling through the air, and if it connected, not just Feng Bailing, but even a piece of gold or stone might be blasted into fragments.

A gasp rose from the crowd.

A ghostly shadow quickly moved towards the direction of the firewood shed.

At the critical moment, Feng Bailing did not retreat in fear; she slightly shifted her feet and extended her palms, gently grabbing Dongfang Li’s wrist as her body, as soft as mud mixed with water, brushed past Dongfang Li’s body.

With a mere flick, she diverted the force of Dongfang Li’s punch.

She then clasped the web between his thumb and index finger and the acupoint behind his shoulder, causing Dongfang Li to feel a surge of numbness and weakness in his arm, forcing him to kneel on one knee.

“Nalan Yan’er!”

Feng Bailing twisted Dongfang Li’s hands behind his back, her voice resonating with a powerful shout.

Although the voice was light, it carried weight, and with just that phrase, Nalan Yan’er trembled as if struck by thunder.

The light from the Wenhua Fire Seal on her forehead receded.

A look of disbelief flashed in Nalan Yan’er’s beautiful eyes.

Feng Bailing, did she break her own Blessing Technique?

Why would she know how to break the Blessing Technique?

Her qi and blood surged, Nalan Yan’er only felt a sweet and fishy taste in her throat.

The interruption of the Blessing Technique caused her to suffer a backlash.

Turning to Dongfang Li, in the instant the light from the Wenhua Seal faded, he felt something in his muddled brain snap.

The people and objects in front of him gradually became clear. His arm might be broken and his butt felt like it had been trampled by a horse, so painful.

“Which bastard… Feng Bailing, it’s you again!”

Dongfang Li was so angry that his nose was crooked; he was actually pressed to the ground by Feng Bailing?

If anyone was to be pressing, it should be him pressing her.

He struggled fiercely, but how could he not break free from Feng Bailing’s thin arms that were like reed sticks?

“Ah Ling, let go of the Seventh Prince quickly, the guest comes first.”

Just now, Aunt Xue started to feel sorry for her chosen son-in-law.

“Dongfang Li is unreasonable, trespassing into the Princess’ Mansion and even injuring the people here, a prince commits the same crime as a commoner.”

Under her veil, Feng Bailing’s face was covered in frost.

Dongfang Li shuddered, his reaction still somewhat slow, first recalling that he had come to seek an explanation from Feng Bailing.

“You stop slandering me; it’s clearly you who let the horse go wild, breaking Xiangxue’s foot! I was merely standing up for her.”

“Seventh Prince, you must have forgotten who it was that battered my second sister until she looked like a ghost.”

Feng Bailing blinked her eyes; a moment ago, her icy pupils began showing ripples.

“Pity my second sister, as lovely as a flower, beaten beyond recognition, how can she marry now?”

She choked up, wiping the corners of her eyes that had no tears.

It was only then that Dongfang Li came to realize and remembered his earlier actions.

He seemed to have hit several people.

But he couldn’t remember any of it.

Dongfang Lianhua sighed deeply, while Aunt Xue sobbed and wailed.

“Little Seventh, you’ve caused a great disaster.”

Surrounded and cried over by a group of women, Nalan Yan’er forced a smile.

“I… I must have encountered a ghost. Imperial Sister-in-law, you don’t know, there’s a female ghost in the Princess’ Mansion, fiercer than anyone; I nearly got strangled to death.”

Dongfang Li was at a loss for words, his face filled with anguish.

Treating an elder sister as a mother, Dongfang Li always had to be very careful around Nalan Yan’er.

It’s the same with the ninth brother, why did they have to look for the Imperial Sister-in-law?

“Shut up, this matter needs an explanation from the Princess’ Mansion, you go back to the Qian Residence. I will enter the palace tomorrow morning to beg the Father Emperor for your marriage, to welcome Feng Family’s second Miss as your bride.”

Nalan Yan’er consoled several people from the Princess’ Mansion.

Upon hearing this, Aunt Xue burst out laughing.

Feng Bailing’s heart sneered coldly; Aunt Xue really thought that without the backing of the Princess’ Mansion, Feng Xiangxue could become the legitimate wife of Dongfang Li?

If Noble Princess Consort Xiao knew her son was coerced, she would never let Feng Xiangxue have an easy time.

“Propose marriage, I had no intention of marrying Feng Xiangxue.”

Dongfang Li became anxious.

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He had a slight affection for Feng Xiangxue before, because after the death of Dongfang Lianhua, Feng Xiangxue and her father were somewhat useful. Now that Dongfang Lianhua was alive, if he married a foster daughter of a political ally as his Princess Consort, wouldn’t he be ridiculed by other princes?

“Nonsense! Marriage is no child’s play; you have ruined the face of Ms. Feng, you have no choice but to marry.”

Nalan Yan’er spoke and consoled Aunt Xue with a few more words before leaving the Princess’ Mansion with Dongfang Li, who looked like a defeated cock.

Just out of the Princess’ Mansion, Nalan Yan’er felt a sweetness in her throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.